So when you wake in a cold sweat after dreaming that a FLYING RANCOR has swooped from the heavens, ripped the roof off your pathetically flimsy home, and wrenched you from your bed in it's razor-sharp claws, watching your blood seep from your lifeless body as it lifts you into it's horrifying jaws, you can thank Clinton Felker at The Hand That Feeds for devising such a disturbing creature on a whim.

Of course, we must all thank The Maker for creating the lumbering Rancor to begin with.